| There’s a campfire burning on the Mississippi River bank
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| My old pickup speakers are cranking out a lot of Hank
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| That’s the sheriff’s daughter dancin' on my hood
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| With an empty bottle this can’t be good.
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| There’s an unwritten law in this sleepy little town
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| There ain’t no drinkin on the river when the sun goes down
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| Think I see the blue lights comin' through the woods
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| Its the sheriff and his posse, this can’t be good
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| Everybody is runnin' like the end of the world is comin'
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| With a Buffard T kinda law man closin' in She just keeps on rockin guess i better do some talkin
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| She’s too dumb to run n' i’m too drunk to swim
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| This can’t be good, this can’t be good, this can’t be good
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| Aww stay tuned…
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| This ol' haybarn’s full of last years grass
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| I got a whole tin can full of campfire gas
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| There’s a little bitty flame on this piece of firewood
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| And when it all comes together it can’t be good
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| Everybody is runnin like the end of the world was comin
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| With a wildfire burnin' like a freight train outta control
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| She just keeps on rockin', babe there ain’t no time for talking
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| Throw her over my shoulder run with everything I can
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| Hold on babe looks like were jumpin in…
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| Now you know, when we get to the other side, were gonna have to take all
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| These wet clothes off, and hang out awhile… you know, this could be good.
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| Yea! |